A new day

I’ve always held that nights are just a waste of time, you know. No, really, when do the brightest ideas (when I say “brightest”, huh :)) fall down on you? At night. What is the best time to realize one’s sexual potential? The nighttime, for sure (stigmatize me all a dull old-fashioned creature, please do! - yes, I am the one). Is there any other period when food tastes better? No way. So why lose those precious and fleet dark hours just sleeping? Seems to be a sacrilege, doesn’t it? All true, but…

The nature is wise, much more so than we, ordinary humans with our naïve speculations; she knows better lulling us to the oblivion, forcing us to part with this world’s burdens for a while and give rest to our exhausted selves. I’m leaving alone all the benefits our physical essence derives from a proper night’s sleep; I’m merely talking about soul and mind matters now. And don’t you dare to tell me that these two – body and spirit (which is to me a combination of mind and soul) are so tightly connected as to strongly influence or even shape each other – bullshit, they aren’t! Each is perfectly self-sufficient hypostasis and is wholly independent on the other, and there are plenty examples to act as a prove of thereof – examples of those physically incapable people with fervent and unrestrained will, vivid imagination, easily moved and compassionate; as well as of those different ones, well-built and enviably (seemingly so only) impeccably healthy bastards with hardened empty insides devoid of anything human.

I got sidetracked, so it seems… Back to sleep again. Or not to sleep even, but to this eternal night-day interaction. Have you noticed how crucially everything alters with the dawn? As darkness gradually turns to light, gloom gets conquered by the power of all that bright that your soul keeps in store; things that just a few hours ago seemed doomed slowly get new much more positive outlines; yesterday night’s despair fades away unable to resist the overwhelming and all-winning force of Hope.

Hope for the good that always fights off the bad. Hope that all the enemies will find their peace at last (as far from you as it’s only possible, of course), both the ones your mind itself produces, feeds upon and makes you eat away at you - your fears, doubts and hesitation, - and the external, real ones, either your personal ill-wishes or global-scale foes threatening the whole well-being of your homeland.

Or… just hope for a little miracle. Or a big miracle, - it’s of no importance what to call it, for is there a gradation of miracles? I doubt that. What matters is that you welcome every new day in high spirits, full of dreams, of those nagging feelings that today, today - for sure! that something so very desirable and long yearned for is bound to happen. Just can't fail to! There must be a sign, a note, a message, something, anything, that will revive you, will blow eagerness and inspiration into every molecule of yours, will give a new/another/a hundredth reason to move on and to believe…

... At times it just doesn’t work out. A new day advances and nothing out-of-the-rut seems to turn up. And you get down more and more, and plunge into desperation and nihilism, just like yesterday, and the day before it, and a week ago... And here a new night comes, and you are crying, wrapped up in your old cozy blanket, your eyes swollen, your face ugly, feeling neglected, hating your own self even more than others', hating the whole hostile world surrounding you... And then you fall asleep at last, not sure whether you ever wish to wake up at all again.

...But you do. You do wake up. A new day does start. And your head is bright, and you're looking forward to a dream that is going to come true today. And today of all days it surely will. Because you have this. You have Hope.

P.S. Is it some perverted form of optimism, I wonder?